WEIRD SPECIES.
And O’Brien brought this sex magazine
To school; he said it was his old man’s and
He’d found it tucked out of sight between the
Bedsprings and the mattress, and he took it
To a quiet corner of the playground
With you and Sutcliffe and Diggy Davis
Following behind, and once he was sure
No one else was nearby he opened it
Up and you all gawked over his shoulder,
Staring at these stark naked women in
Different, awkward positions and poses,
Revealing certain parts of their fleshy
Anatomy, and having the kind of
Look on their faces that made you think they
Were in pain or had sucked a lemon, then,
Sutcliffe, who was usually a quiet
Blond haired kid with blue eyes, said, what the fuck’s
That? And O’Brien said, it’s where you come
From and what you are at times, and you all
Laughed loudly and Sutcliffe said, that’s not my
Old lady, and I’m sure as not she’s not
Got that, and Davis almost feel over
With laughter and you stared at the pose of
The women with their big breasts and the spread
Of their thighs and drank in the sight that swam
Like some weird species before your young eyes.
